Author's notes: The following story takes place during the Yuuzhan Vong War, on the
planet Duro. It is the seventh Star Wars story I have written, and
while it is not a sequel nor prequel to any of the others, all my
Star Wars stories do work together. I hope you read all of my
stories, and enjoy them. Please leave me feedback, public or via email. ahandcuffgirl at yahoo dot com

Opening
Crawl:Due
to an infestation of Yuuzhan Vong naotebe winglings, the refugees of
Settlement 32 on the planet Duro have to be decontaminated before
being allowed into Gateway Dome.

Jaina
Solo, Rogue Squadron pilot and Jedi, temporarily half-blind after
going extra-vehicular during a space battle, has come to Settlement
32 to recover, and has to go through the decontamination process.

Who
designed this system? Jaina Solo thought in dismay.

First,
back in the hangar, the automated decontamination system had stripped
Jaina, along with all the other refugees from Settlement 32, stark
naked. Then, while Jaina was struggling not to stumble into anyone
with her poor eyesight, a big durasteel clamp had grabbed her around
the waist and whisked her away from the other refugees. After that,
a medical droid offered her 'something to help her get through the
decontamination process,' then gave her a painful shot in her left
butt cheek.

Currently
Jaina was being suspended about a meter off the floor, hanging in an
upright spread-eagle position. Each of her splayed wrists and ankles
was held by a durasteel clamp on the end of a robotic arm.

“Please
close your eyes, gentlebeing,” the pleasant, androgynous
computer voice said just before dumping a thick, foul-smelling liquid
over her head.

Then
Jaina felt something being sprayed over the rest of her body. She
started to panic when she felt a burning sensation on her head, but
quickly realized that the liquid was just removing her hair. Then a
slightly weaker burning sensation started on the rest of her body,
including her crotch, causing Jaina to cringe in pain as her brunette
bush fell away.

Intellectually,
Jaina had known the decontamination process included total hair
removal. Emotionally though . . . Jaina tried to run through a Jedi
calming exercise as she imagined what her now-bald mound looked like.
She would have tried to take a peek through the foul-smelling
liquid, but with her compromised vision, she wouldn't have been able
to see anyway.

After
a minute or so with the foul-smelling liquid on her, Jaina gasped in
shock as dozens of simultaneous blasts of icy-cold water hit her,
rinsing the stuff, and the last strands of her hair, away.

“Please
close your eyes, gentlebeing,” the pleasant voice said again.

Then,
a different, even fouler-smelling liquid was sprayed over her entire
body. As soon as the spraying stopped, Jaina felt harsh brushes
scrubbing her skin, practically taking off the first layer.

Luckily
for the hapless refugees, the shot they received at the beginning of
the decontamination process included a strong pain-killer, which
Jaina certainly appreciated at this point. Idly, she wondered why
there weren't other refugees nearby, being decontaminated.

When
the stiff bristles hit her nipples, Jaina flinched, more in shock
than pain. The computer responded quickly, closing the durasteel
clamp around her waist again, keeping her immobile.

Next
a round, softer-bristled brush pushed several centimeters into her
freshly smooth pussy, causing Jaina to gasp in shock. She weakly
tried to pull out of the waist clamp's grasp. The brush started
spinning, and Jaina moaned in pleasure. Even with the pain-killers,
the spinning brush got her more than a little aroused. After about
thirty seconds, the still spinning brush pulled out with a 'plop,'
causing Jaina to gasp in frustration.

The
computer went back to the stiffer-bristled brush for the next part.

Even with the pain-killers, the
stiff-bristled brush being shoved up her asshole caused Jaina to
scream in shock. Still, the durasteel waist clamp held her fast.
Fifteen seconds with a stiff bristled brush spinning in her ass felt
like hours to the young Human.

Ever
since the ordeal had begun, Jaina had tried to use the Force to get
control of the situation. But with the speed of the process, the
Force-presence of several thousand emotionally-charged refugees
interfering with her concentration, her compromised vision, and the
general lethargy from the pain-killers, Jedi Solo was unable to
perform the feat.

Simultaneously
the brush was pulled out of her ass and the waist clamp taken away.
As soon as the clamp was clear, another blast of icy-cold water hit
her, causing Jaina to let out another gasp of shock.

Once
the decontamination liquid was rinsed away, the irradiation lamps
swung into place, bathing the Human in their warm reddish light, and
ensuring that no moth egg could possibly survive.

Jaina
squirmed under the irradiation lamps for five minutes, long after she
was dry and warm in spite of her nakedness. Then the lamps swung
away and the waist clamp returned. Almost simultaneously, another
clamp, this one padded, closed around either side of her bald head.

Strangely,
Jaina felt cleaner than she had in a long time, even after a sonic
shower. Must be cuz I'm bald, she thought with a silent
giggle.

“Please
remain calm, gentlebeing, the decontamination process is almost
complete,” the computer voice said, as the clamps tilted
Jaina's head forwards.

As
soon as the clamps got into position, Jaina felt a sharp blast of air
across the back of her neck, hard enough to make her yelp in
pain again.

Printed
across the back of Jaina Solo's neck in ink that only a computer
could detect were three lines: SELCORE REFUGEE 4TF658KK72 / DURO
SECTOR, DURO, SETTLEMENT 32 / SENATOR VIQI SHESH, and the
computer-reproduced signature of the Senator. Underneath the
senator's signature line was a bar-code, that once scanned, would
report the personal details and location of the refugee to the
Senator.

What
was that? Jaina
wondered as the clamps snapped her head upright. Then the clamp
disappeared from around her waist, and Jaina felt some sort of rough
cloth land on her shoulders.

In
less than a second the poncho settled in place over the Human's
shoulders. Heavy durasteel staples closed each side at her
belly-button, leaving quite a bit of skin exposed along her flanks.
The bottom of the shift stopped a lot closer to her crotch than her
knees. Since the only fasteners were above her hips, the bottom part
would easily flip up, exposing Jaina's now bald pussy for all to see.
Printed in large block letters on the front and back was, REFUGEE
4TF658KK72, PROPERTY OF SELCORE.

Once
she was dressed, the waist clamp returned and Jaina's head, wrist,
and ankle clamps were released. Before she could react, the computer
whisked her away again.

Jaina
slumped lethargically in the waist clamp's grip, just along for the
ride. Then a bright light hit her eyes, and the waist clamp let go
of her. The disoriented Jedi fell to the ground, landing face down
in a heap.

Groggily,
Jaina climbed to her hands and knees. She could hear, and sense,
hundreds of refugees crowding around her. The back of the poncho had
gotten pulled up, exposing her toned ass to all.

“HO
HO HO!”

Since
she was still disoriented from the decontamination, Jaina wasn't sure
exactly where the Hutt was, other than nearby. For some reason she
couldn't seem to climb to her feet. She did manage to pull the rough
cloth down over her ass though, mostly.

“Let
me take you to safety, ma shag,” Randa Besadii Diori
offered, with the last part in Huttese.

Normally
Jaina would have been somewhere between repulsed and wary of any
offer from a Hutt. Kneeling on the ground, half-blind, and confused,
she was strangely accepting. Probably
just wants me help him fight the Vong,
Jaina thought absentmindedly.

“Tha—Thanks,”
she heard herself stammer in reply, then she giggled for some reason.
The cool breeze felt odd on her smooth head.

“HO
HO HO,” came Randa's booming laugh. “Let me put this on
you, ma shag, so we don't get separated,” he said as he
reached out with the slave collar.

Jaina's
vision was still bad enough that she could barely make out the Hutt
himself, never mind see what he held in his outstretched arm. At the
time she was wondering what ma shag meant, but couldn't bring
herself to worry about it too much. She definitely felt the hard
durasteel slave collar close around her neck, but that didn't seem
too important either. Randa was going to take her to safety after
all.

“Let's
go, shag,” Randa said with a chuckle as he pulled on the
leash.

The
first tug on the still-kneeling Jaina's leash quickly made her decide
that walking was better than crawling. The second, harder tug
half-lifted her, and she finished the job. Somewhere in the back of
her mind, Jaina Solo knew that should be doing something about being
led on a leash by a Hutt, but right now, it seemed better to just
follow along. To safety ...

~
~ ~ ~ ~ EPILOGUE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Senator
Viqi Shesh couldn't believe her luck as she re-read the report from
Duro. The first time her program had been implemented, and she had
snared Jaina Solo! Viqi wished there was a holo-recording of the
young Jedi's decontamination. She understood it was quite a
humiliating process, especially the special version she had set up
for selected refugees! Still, the thought of Jaina Solo, daughter of
former Chief of State Leia Organa Solo, having a bar-code and her
signature on the back of her neck was delicious!

Soon
there would be hundreds of thousands of young, attractive, human and
near-human refugees all over the galaxy, labeled and bar-coded! The
best part was, the New Republic imbeciles had no idea she was tagging
and collecting data on her future slaves.

From
now on, every time Jedi Solo passed by a SELCORE computer, her
bar-code would be scanned, and her location would be sent straight to
Senator Shesh's office. Also, the Senate was interested in how many
former refugees joined the New Republic military. So when the Jedi
re-joined Rogue Squadron, she would still get regular updates on her
future slave's whereabouts.

Of
course, Senator Shesh didn't really believe that she could keep a
Jedi Knight as a slave — not unless the Vong could somehow get
rid of her Force abilities first. Idly, she wondered how the Vong
tracked their slaves, and if there was a way to secretly tag Jaina
Solo with it. She would have to ask Tsavong Lah about that next time
they spoke.

Viqi
shut off her computer and leaned back in her form-chair. Normally,
Jaina Solo wouldn't really be attractive enough to even be considered
as one of her personal servants. But as a former Jedi, and
considering who her mother was, Viqi would certainly be willing to
give the bar-coded slavegirl an opportunity to prove herself to her
new Mistress.

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